The Minneapolis Star-Tribune considerately informs us this morning that Zubaz pants have returned to the sartorial landscape. Which is just the final proof, of course, that God has truly abandoned us.
When George Clooney or Barack Obama is caught dead wearing a pair of thee monstrosities, then call me. So I can jump off a building.
(Full disclosure: When I was a teen, I owned a pair of these. But I learned - the hard way.)